Luka takes Ten's offered hand, despite how terrible it might look taken out of context (which, knowing the media, it certainly would be).

"I don't think my body could take another fall right now." He says, his tone lightening. "My face certainly couldn't."

Luka is wary of whatever he's heading into, but decides to at least place his trust in Ten if no one else. He could do that much. It felt as if Ten and the others had risked trusting him a few times in the past now, so it would only be fair.

"Do we really have to fall? Can't we just walk through?" He asks, bracing himself.